Jerk off

The sun shines down through the opening in forest canopy. The warmth of the sun’s rays, coupled with the peacefulness of the surroundings relaxes the prince in every place except between his legs. Taking another look around to confirm that he has plenty of privacy, Duncan decides this is as good of time as any to examine his enhanced package and to take it for a test drive.

The prince walks over to the boulder, stripping off his shirt. He breathes in the strangely relaxing scent of the flower. It seems to have the simultaneous effect of making him feel sleepy and horny — much like the ale in the inn where he and Stewart ended up tag-teaming the wanton barmaid.

He drops his shirt on the ground and kicks off his shoes beside it. He breathes in another lungful of the arousing scent, remembering the fragrance of the barmaid’s hair and how eager she was to feel the full length of both of the brothers’ man tools. He feels his cock straining against its confines, so he unfastens his belt, opens his trousers and takes his first good look at “Little Prince version 2.0.”

Duncan has always been pretty proud of his cock, and he knew that even if he were a commoner, the size of his tool would have been sufficient to earn him a considerable number of sexual conquests. The one that springs out to soak up the afternoon sunshine is even more impressive than the crotch-sword he has famously wielded. Felixia, in her uncharacteristic generosity, has given him at least three more inches in length and a significant increase in girth. Duncan takes hold of the fat sausage, admiring its size, and he lets his pants fall to the ground.

Whether it is some effect of his new-and-improved penis or the enchanting fragrance of the flower, Duncan marvels at what appears to be increased sensitivity in his rod. Just the act of holding his cock in his hand sent waves of pleasure through his loins. Duncan desperately wished there was a beautiful woman — or three — to give it a proper test run. Left with no other option, however, he sits with his back against the boulder, closes his eyes, and begins to run his hand slowly up and down his shaft.

At first, the experience was a bit unnerving. Duncan had been performing this very act since before he had hair growing between his legs. He was more familiar with the feel of his cock than he was with any other part of his body. What he is holding right now is so much larger that at first he gets the uncanny sense that he is jerking off some other guy’s cock. The waves of erotic pleasure that coincide with his touch quickly reassures him that it is, in fact, his own penis. With that assurance, he rests his head against the boulder, closes his eyes, and lets his thoughts drift back to that alley and the barmaid.

Duncan tries to simulate with his fingers the expert way the young barmaid’s lips gripped his shaft. He remembers the almost-ticklish vibrations from the back of her throat as her muffled demands for Stewart to “fuck me harder!” transferred their energy into massaging Duncan’s saliva-covered dick.

Duncan lifts his left arm up and uses his forearm as a pillow between his head and the boulder. His right hand settles into a familiar rhythm as he replays that fantastic night in his mind. As wanton and satisfying as that gal was, he is surprised that he did not go back and pay her a visit. If she was sufficiently slutty to satiate two horny princes, just imagine how much fun he could have with her when it would be just the two of them!

Duncan is so wrapped up in the enthralling bliss of his masturbation fantasy that he fails to notice that his hand is not the only thing moving in the clearing. Above him and to the side, the large purple flower slowly extends from the bush on a long, thick vine. It rotates to face the prince before slowly moving closer to him.

With his hand still furiously tossing himself off, Duncan is oblivious to the two long, green, snake-like tentacles that extend from the center of the blossom. They hover inches over the masturbating young man. Then, with a speed that belies the massive size of the flora, the tentacles whip around Duncan’s body. The startled prince opens his eyes and releases his erect cock as he attempts to push the tentacles away. Too late to stop them, he finds himself entrapped, with his right hand strapped to the side of his body by one tentacle, and his legs lashed together by another. His left arm is free, and he uses it to grasp futilely at the tentacle around his chest and other arm.

He looks in horror at the massive flower. Its petals have partially closed, and the once-beautiful blossom now resembles an obscenely-colored mouth. The tentacles begin to retract, and Duncan feels himself being pulled into the center of the blossom.

As he is being pulled in, he notices his pants, just within reach of his left hand. As he begins to reach for them, a slender yellow tentacle emerges from the blossom and extends directly to his still-erect cock. As **** as he is to find some way to free himself, he cannot help but pause long enough to watch in horror as the end of the tentacle opens, like a boa constrictor preparing to swallow its prey. Duncan clenches his teeth, preparing for the worst as the yellow tendril engulfs his cock. Rather than bite it off as he feared it would, Duncan is surprised — and very relieved — when it begins to pulsate and milk his sensitive shaft. Under any other set of circumstances, he would be in no hurry to stop anything that gives that kind of attention to his penis. In this situation, however, he remembers he is still being dragged ever closer to the blossom itself.